Me: The Lego movies teach people to be inclusive to people who are different than them, accepting people for who and what they are.

My dad: “It’s also teaching and influencing the young people in this country to engage in activities they were not born into (being gay). Now when the children play with legos, they might think…do not try to teach our young children that it’s okay…”

Two years into a successful apprenticeship with Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, Padawan Learner Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with both excitement and anxiety at promise of his very first mission with his master. But before they jet off to Raxus on the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan needs to do some researching in the Jedi Archives.

The sun had set by the time Ahsoka and Obi-Wan arrived back at the Jedi Temple, the five spires lit up as a beacon to one and all, the great seat of light and hope in the galaxy.

This was the home of the Jedi.

This was the heart of the Order.

Obi-Wan had exhausted his questions about their upcoming assignment and was trailing after Ahsoka, observing the people on the streets as they passed them. The Temple District was quieter than the Senate District but there was always something to see. Sentients from every corner of the galaxy could be found in the district, from academics and scholars who wanted to do research on the Jedi and their history to those who came seeking a chance to work within the Temple grounds to those who simply saw the Temple as a tourist spot, a place one simply had to see when they got a chance to visit Coruscant.

Security at the Temple during Ahsoka’s childhood had been far more rigorous than it was now. She was still surprised to see the occasional tour group put together by a senatorial friend of the High Council or a wide-eyed clutch of invited sentients following after whatever Jedi Master had been roped into giving the tour this time. Ahsoka had once tagged along with one of these groups during her first year back in the past, following Master Diaz and a crop of new senators from the Mid Rim through the halls as she tried to re-learn where everything was supposed to be.

“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into Ahsoka’s thoughts as they entered the Temple. “Master? I… may I confess something?”

They had just passed through the massive main entrance of the Temple, moving past the towering bronzium statues that represented great masters from the ancient days of the Order. Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan and nodded, gesturing for him to follow her over to a private corner.

Safely tucked away where no one could hear them, Ahsoka turned to her padawan. “What is it, Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?”

This AU came to be when I was thinking about American Dragon (it was one of my favorite shows! )

Hiro is a wind dragon, capable of stirring up small tornados. His wind is strong enough to cut through steel. While not very strong, Hiro is a speed demon and can control the wind to help accelerate his flying. His brother likes to tease him for looking more adorable than intimidating in his dragon form.

Tadashi is a fire dragon. He produces fire from his body and can practically become a meteor if he chooses to shroud himself in flames and dive-bomb the ground… Or his foes… Although he looks scary and intimidating, Tadashi only fights if necessary. He is usually calm and docile until Hiro gets the smallest of scratches. Then it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire with whoever dared to harm his baby brother.

❅ – Days have gone by since that day. The day where he had received an unforgettable gift – a memory to cherish for the rest of his life. In fact, this certain memory had been lingering within his mind for quite some time. He was usually immersed within his paperwork; it was rare for other thoughts to protrude within his occupied mind. Yet… This memory was engraved into his mind. The fragment of memory would be replayed at times, and a blush would be evoked as a result. Naturally, his lieutenant made fun of him.

What exactly he was thinking about? His first kiss of course.

Now here he was again, standing in front of the large, japanese styled manor. Wind chimes and the gentle rush of a fountain could be heard from within her house. Digits would come up to ring the bell, though he had a feeling that she knew he had arrived.

Perhaps it was the want to see her again that drove him to pay her a visit. He knew that quite well actually. Yet he wasn’t about to admit that so easily to the latter. Another reason would be mustered: he simply loved her cooking. In fact, he wanted to learn how to bake such sweet delicacies as well. As the door swiftly opened, beryl optics met those golden, alluring hues. Just that had kindled roseate on his cheeks once again.